The lights are out in your room, as you bask in the afterglow of your latest fap- I mean, tenderly loving session with your waifu... printed on a pillow. Well, you've felt a little sore and itchy during that adrenaline rush, but who cares? You've clamped onto your pillow, "customized" by yours truly to accomodate a warm rubber hole. Feels so great, eyes closed, you can imagine her walking her hands across your own.

With a firm, confident grip, you grab the edges of your waifu pillow and pound. down. THE WHOLE BED. Don't worry, when this is all over, your waifu will understand, right?

The thunder and rumbling makes that damned spider scurry in and out, but it's not enough to get it out. No, you flap the blanket up and down, corner to corner. You swear you saw more than one speck fall out.

You grab the edges of the bed and heave-ho back and forth, and for good measure, you lift a corner and let it drop.

Thud.

More tiny specks fall out... and start scrambling everywhere.

[ ] Fuck fuck, get outta da room![ ] Dance, dance with the little devils in the reddening sunset![ ] Jump on the bed for high ground!

>>36747428>>[X ] Dance, dance with the little devils in the reddening sunset!

Man, is the floor made of lava or what? More like, the floor is made of spiders right now and you can't decide between trying to dodge them or stamp them down.

Your feet come up and down like a flat-footed tapdance, all stampy. You swear you can feel spiders crawling up between your toes, and the squish of a few underfoot, but there's too many and they're too fast to all keep track of. All the while your moist, shrivelled cheeto is riding this dance like a rodeo.

>>36747541>[ X] Find something downstairs!You throw the door wide open, reeling from red welts from spider-bites that miraculously, seemingly haven't killed you yet! Your legs race you down the corridor as fast as you can... and you see your doggy buddy's stuffed panda squeak-toy in the middle...

...wait, did he ever have a panda squeak-toy?

[ ] Pick it up, save it from the spiders! A safe spot downstairs! Guard it with a flamethrower![ ] Vault over it![ ] Too bad, it was a necessary loss underfoot.

>>36747847>[X ] Pick it up, save it from the spiders! A safe spot downstairs! Guard it with a flamethrower!

Come on, my buddy's waiting for you! You think as you swipe its fuzzy hide off the floor. Seems a little off with the spots, but you get what you pay for with bargain discounts...Wait... it's still fuzzy in your hand, right?

>>36748330[X] CRUSH IT SO CRUNCHYLY HARD IN YOUR HAND, WITH SUCH ANGER TO KILL IT ALL AND ITS OFFSPRING

Why, why did today have to suck so bad? Your anger at being cockblocked by spiders, and being fooled again with a momma spider... you just can't take it anymore.

In your hand, you clench the momma spider and its clutch of babies. You clench it so hard you can feel their bodies crunch and pop, their fluids spilling out between the cracks of your fingers. As you escape downstairs, your fingers waggle around to crush anything that escaped.

Though something might've bitten you back in the hand for that, they were dead. All dead.

As you clear the stairs you call out to your buddy, a German Shepherd of five months. You stop to check the path behind you, all clear, and nothing following. With your other hand you dust off anything trying to cling to your little buddy. Thankfully he isn't dead from being bitten.

The two of you hurry down to the kitchen, plus mister cheeto between your legs....

>>36748497The kitchen is dark all around, and the lights come on. At the edge of your vision do you see more things scurry away. This is where you make your stand.

Outside, the light of neighbors' houses illuminate the yard. You see the faint shapes of webbing strewn across, leading to to the tool shed. Perhaps their leader is there.

You wonder what must've brought this all on you. As you figure out a plan, you try to remember...

[ ] Throw open all the cabinet doors and drawers to the light, scour them hard and good.[ ] Man your hand's still messy and sticky, time to rinse it off under the sink.[ ] Brave the cabinet under the sink and get your bug spray, and a lighter. Flamethrower time!

>>36748829>[ X] Man your hand's still messy and sticky, time to rinse it off under the sink.

You wash your hand off the sticky spider-gunk you made of in the bedroom. So far, so good, and no spiders haven't dared to show up yet.

Man, you hate spiders, and boy do you hate them even more today, and hell yeah do you hate them when there's lots of spiders.

You wonder what brought this all on. Maybe it was making a dumb joke in front of that spider-god totem at that South American exhibit the other day.

If there are any spiders hiding, not having them in sight is the best thing --- you can take your time with them.

In a snap do you fish out a bug spray and a barbecue lighter -- you were always too scared about your fingertips getting burnt with matches. You heard that you could make a makeshift flamethrower with an aerosol and a lighter, and here it is in your hands.

What will you do?

[ ] Go upstairs and toast the damn spiders in your bedroom[ ] Take the fight to the toolshed where the evil makes its nest[ ] Stand your ground in the kitchen

>>36749809>[X] Go back to your best impression of a drummer with whacky-sticks and stompyfeet.

The rest was a haze. The whole room was upended in your panic at stomping every last bit of the spider menace. You tried to put on some clothes for dignity, but with spiders among your clothes, it was all for nothing.

After all, who would care if nobody saw you naked?

Covered in bug gore, and wracked out of your mind you head triumphantly down to plop your waifu onto a chair, safe and dusted off from any eight-legged terrors.

In the garden, you saw the many creeping shadows that menaced you.

In an unrelenting frenzy did the flamethrower go to work, as the toolshed's insides were toasted, spiderwebs charred to hell and back. Spiders on fire and panicking for their lives, scattered everywhere, spreading bits of the fire across the yard and to the neighbors. You caught up to some trying to make it to the house, but they were charred just in time...

...for the fire to spread.

What have you done? Grabbing your best buddy and your waifu, you bolt out the front door... only to be seen.

A shriek was heard amidst the commotion and the burning house. It was going to be a long night.

Not long after, word came out about a butt-naked arsonist violating his dog. But you knew the real story. The spiders, they came to destroy it all...